Alone.

Love is strong. No, in fact, love is the strongest emotion. Many say that money spurs one to become stronger, and allows one to do inhuman things. However, love can motivate you, making you persevere no matter how hard a difficulty may be. Love is the strongest thing around.

Having just finished a ton of piled up homework, I was pondering on what to do next. The computer at home had several problems, and thus was brought to repair by my brothers. I was all alone at home. Not knowing what to do, I walked around restlessly, trying desperately to find something to do. After what seemed an eternity, I gave up finding anything more constructive than a slow jog around my neighbourhood.

Just then, a small box caught my eye. Inside it were tiny squares filled with medicine which my mother had been taking for the past few years. High cholesterol , high blood pressure, cough medicines, gastric pain medicines and others. All there just in case she needed to put any of them into use. Apparently, she had forgotten to bring it to work.

Then, an idea struck me. Working in an office, though not as physically demanding, should be quite cold. A sweater would be the perfect present for her for her coming birthday. I wasted no time rushing to get my sewing kit and cloth that my mother used for her pastime sewing. Patiently and slowly, I started sewing bits and pieces of the sweater together. It was really frustrating to thread the needle through, and sew the pieces together. As a clumsy boy who has done poorly in home economics, it proved to be a challenging task. Even after I managed to get in a few stitches onto the cloth, my hand was pricked time and again. Irritated, I placed the cloth down and wanted to leave for my jog.

Then the loving figure of Mother flashed into my head. How much she has done for me, was beyond what I could possibly ask from her and is impossible for me to repay. What is a few minor cuts on my hand compared to her endless devotion to this family ? I felt so ashame of myself and dug my head down back to work.

Finishing up with the sweater, I hung it on her room's cabinet and felt a surge of relief flow through my body. It had been enjoyable sewing for Mother. All those cuts were worth it.